The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-03-25

AASS On neI JdD1es ana kept looking at
them while she was dressing. Little
Theophilus, the youngest of the nine,
watched her, with childish wonder at
her unusual silence. When she was
ready sshe laid one of the drawings
away in drawer, shutting her lips as
tightly together as she shut the drawer,
and took the other in her hand.
{ 1t was a beautiful April morning.
The next Sunday would be Easter, and
every thing seemed to know it; but
Dilly's face was clouded. When she
reached the little bridge over Creeping
Brook she heard q shouting behind her
sgd was running after her, waving
something in his hand. you're the
caretessest gifl!'' he painted. ''IfThofy
hadn't seen you take the wrong picture,
you might not have got it there in
time. g"
Dilly's heart beat quickly. It was
not too late now to win the prize.
But
II took the one 1 meant to-" she
said. "Oh. Sydr'-her voice broke
almost into tears now couldn' t
bear to win tie prize away from Chatty
ATkwright; it makes SO much difference
to hertz
"If that isn't the most ridiculous
thing / ever heard OFF, exclaimed sgd,
with tremendous emphasis. Hasn't
she had a fair chance? Is it your fault
if she can't draw as well as you can? [
can tell you that isn't the way things
are done in this world
1t was of no use to argue against
Syd's worldly wisdom. She wished she
had told Margery. Margery saved
up" but she would have understood.
81 have a right to do as I please, and
you have no right to interfere" said
Oily, dra wing herself up.
sgd look ed thoroughly surprised; it
was a new thing for billy to be Gelf-
asserting; and although his face was
like a thunder-clOud, he did not try to
hinder billy, as, after one last look at
her pretty drawing, she tore it-lest her
resolution should fail-intO little bits,
and threw the bits over the railing into
Creeping brook.
You'll never amount to much, y said
Sgd, turning on his heel.
day. 1t felt spring in every one of its
drops, and it swirled the precious pieces
around, and tossed them gayly along
toward the mill-pond, where the great
wheel would suck them down.
billy, watching, and choking back
the great sob in her throat, did not
once think that she had made an Easter
offering, but / am sure the Recording
Angel did.
Fathers and mothers, sisters and
brothers, even uncles, 'aunts and cousins,
hocked to the Academy hall the next
Saturday morning to see the drawing
and hear the prize awarded.
1t was given to Miss Charlotte Ark
wright for drawing of horses and a
colt. - Two or three other drawings
received honorable mention.n But
not even that was accorded to the
sketch of Crumple and her calf.
Dilly's father adjusted his glasses
and looked at her somewhat severely,
and her mother looked disappointed
and Margery sympathetic. sgd scowled
fiercely, but sgd would never tell. He
saved up his opinions and all the news
he heard as carefully as he saved his
pennies.
billy caught a glimpse of Chatty
radiant face and her heart
glowed.
I'm glad 1 did it; if I could choose
again would do the same thing" she
said to herself.
1t was somewhat worse at Sunday
school the next day. The superintend-
ent read the names OF those whose
Easter offerings had helped to pay for
the chancel window; all their nine,
down to ThOhy, had given some thing.
sgd had made an Easter offering.
billy sat, downcast and shamefaced,
feeling as if every body were looking
at her. She was sure that her teacher
Miss Sylvester, who was also the
teacher of drawing and painting at the
Academy, gaze her two or three curious
chances.
''Do you know said one of the girls
in Dilly's class TO another, few days
after, ''that Miss Sylvester has sent
Oily Dowden a beautiful Easter card
that she painted herself? There are
angels heads on it, and passion vine,
and the text is: 'Inasmuch rs ye did it
unto one of the least of these my breth-
rem, We did it unto me. She didn't
send any other girl a card. l don't
understand it.
Dilly didn't know what that card
meant. Could Miss Sylvester know?
Oily met Josh Haight one day, and
asked him if he had ever told anybody
that she drew the colt.
mo, never, sure as you're born"
said Josh, stOutly, Except, mebbe, I
did kind o. let it out to Miss Sylvester.
She was a-ridin' by, and, says she: as
that the colt that Chatty Arkwright
drawed?' And says 1: She drawed
him, but tw MT nothin' to the way that
the doctors daughter drawed him;
you'd a thought he was goin to prance
right out o the pasteboard. 'Dilly?'
says she; i suspected But she didn t
say what she suspected. She kind o
looked as if she wanted to cry. I ex-
pect she felt bad, cause she didn't get
a chance to draw i'm. No, l won t tell
nobody else, sure : hope them cherries
to get ripe quick. Blackhearts. yO1
know. Sophie Street. az Harper's
Young People.
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